Crimes ↦ Stydia au

3 || x marks the spot

WHEN Malia got into the car with Lydia, she bombarded her with questions. Most of them are connected to Stiles' case. Malia heard about how her ex-boyfriend got caught by Detective Martin and he's serving a life long sentence somewhere far from Beacon Hills. She decided that maybe it was time to give him a visit.

"Can I see him?" Malia seeked information from Lydia as she was busy doing her hair in the passenger seat. Her hair grew longer overtime and it was no longer short as it was a few years back.

Malia had her blue flannel hanging around her waist, black high waisted shorts clung to her thighs, and her white sleeveless shirt was loose. Her white Converse was a tad bit dirty from the dirt on the walk to Lydia's gray car that was parked a few minutes away from the airport. She already had sweat forming on her head and as soon as she got inside of the car, she drank all of the water in her bottle.

"No, not yet." Lydia mumbled as she started the engine. It was eight o' clock in the morning and it seemed as if Lydia woke up on the wrong side of the bed. The past few events that have been happening made Lydia stay up late and then wake up early. She had dark circles surrounding the bottom of her eyes showing that she didn't get enough sleep the past few days.

Lydia had her hands gripped on the steering wheel and she started to drive to her house, where Malia will be staying. Malia didn't want to be in the same house as Peter and she planned on going to her dad's house a different day. So that left with staying at Lydia's house until she's going to her dad's house.

The gray car was parked in front of Lydia's small house where there were flowers blooming in her front yard and a old rocking chair on her porch. There was a gray, small table next to the chair where she put different magazines on so people can read it.

"This is your house?" Malia stepped out of the car and had her mouth wide open when she stared at Lydia's new house. It may be small, but it looked absolutely stunning from the outside. It was perfect for Lydia. "Oh my."

Lydia went to the trunk of her car and picked up Malia's suitcases and rolled it along the pavement that led to the porch of her house. Malia followed Lydia and went up the stairs first so she can hold the door for her friend. When the detective turned on the lights, there were stairs leading up to the other rooms the house had.

"You can put your clothes and all upstairs on the room to your left. When your done you can come downstairs and I'll go prepare you some coffee." Lydia softly smiled at Malia and walked over to the kitchen counter where the coffee maker was. She put the K-Cup inside and the coffee started to brew.

"I love that smell! It makes me want to drink more coffee now!" Malia yelled out as she came down the stairs to sit at the table Lydia was at.

Malia drank the whole mug of coffee and wiped her mouth with her arm. Lydia knew that Malia hadn't changed at all since she left Beacon Hills for a while. The werecoyote was still herself and had control whenever it was a full moon. The banshee would lock herself up in her room every now and then for crying because the screaming had bothered her. Why would her screaming bother her so much? Perhaps it was because it got to her. It brought back the thought of what Stiles had done.

There was a loud knock on the red painted door and both of the girls' heads turned to the sound. Lydia got up from her chair and walked over to the door to look through the little hole before opening the door. Claire stood on the porch, looking at her watch and then looking back up at the door. The folders that had the same color were settled near her left hip and papers were hanging out of them. She opened the door and smiled brightly at her best friend, who walked inside and dropped the folders down on the table where Malia was sitting at.